Chapter 6
Author's Note:
Although Lee Jordan was a rather minor character in the Harry Potter saga as so ably chronicled by Ms. JKR, the following incident will show the reader that he was actually a very charming and interesting boy.
The professor closed and locked the office door and with the flick of a wand threw the room into soft indirect light. From a locked cabinet a small cauldron of something steaming was quickly secured. Moving in a deliberate but confident manner the professor placed the cauldron on a small table next to a large golden goblet and adjusted its position carefully. The contents of the cauldron bubbled thickly. Then the professor drew from an inside robe pocket a small silver case, and from it extracted something. Carefully pinched between two long, elegant fingers, that apparently precious something moved slowly toward the cauldron, and then several small hairs floated downward and into the mixture. The professor made a small wand gesture and the mixture stirred itself sluggishly. The potion began changing colors then. From an ugly muddy brown it lightened and lightened, until it was a glowing radiant gold, pulsing with light The Polyjuice Potion was almost finished. The professor peered intently into the cauldron and gave a small smile of satisfaction. Then the professor began to disrobe.
In a moment the potion maker stood completely naked and still, eyes still on the glowing cauldron, almost as if savoring the moment. Another small flick of the wrist, the bubbling stopped and the liquid changed from glowing, steaming gold to a cool sky blue. Then, with a decisive gesture, the professor quickly poured the contents of the cauldron into the goblet, and without pausing drank down the entire contents of the goblet.
It took the magical draught very little time to take effect. In scarcely a minute the door to the office swung open and there stepped out into the hallway a young girl of perhaps 17, a girl of such stunning beauty anyone would have drawn a breath to look at her. She drew from her lavender robe a brass key, locked the office door, and then strode purposefully away down the hallway.
Lee Jordan studied the note again. As he made his way back to the castle from the quidditch pitch a few minutes before, he had plunged his hands into the pockets of his robe and was surprised to find in it a note written on a small piece of paper. He had not put that note in his pocket. He felt sure someone must have slipped it into his pocket while he commented on the match.
The note was written in a delicate, spidery hand. It had no salutation or close. It merely read, "Lee Jordan, you are a very handsome boy. Come to the top of Astronomy Tower tonight at midnight. You will be pleased you did so." Lee Jordan pondered the note now, slouched as he was on his bed alone in his dormitory room. A very handsome boy.
Lee rose and walked over to the full-length mirror hanging on the wall. He studied his appearance carefully. Large, wide-apart eyes and long lashes. Thick dreadlocks, long enough now that they tumbled to his shoulders. No acne and just a bit of facial hair. He grinned at himself, checking out his wide smile, with that dimple on the left side. Yes, he guessed that smile, that dimple made him good-looking. His mom always said so. Her little lambie, she used to call him. Lee wrinkled his nose at the memory. Good thing none of his mates knew about that nickname. Fred and George would never let him hear the end of it.
And who in the world could have written the note? He peered at it for the hundredth time. It looked like a girl's handwriting all right. But what girl? There had been no girls anywhere near him as he commented on the match. Fred and George hadn't been far away, and next to them had been some third-year Hufflepuff boys. Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall had been seated next to him, as usual. Two rows behind there might have been a couple Slytherin girls, he now remembered, but they hadn't come near him. Of course, he had been so caught up with the match -- could they have passed behind him and slipped the note into his robe pocket while he was unawares?
And if one of those girls were interested in him -- what did she want? Was she romantically interested? She had called him handsome. Or did she want -- sex!!?? The thought made Lee's mouth go dry. Sex! At last! Lee was now 17 years old -- a 17 year old virgin! All his mates bragged about their sexual conquests -- and here he was, never had sex, never a serious girlfriend, never so much as a quick handjob hidden behind a staircase somewhere. And everyone knew about -- Slytherin girls! Maybe this was to be his chance!
Lee looked at the clock high up on the dorm room wall. A bit less than 5 hours to go. He licked his lips, and his hand automatically dropped to his crotch and gave his suddenly swelling cock a good squeeze. No time for a wank though -- it was almost the dinner hour. Fred and George must already be down in the great hall. Bedside, he thought, smirking to himself, he definitely should save it up. You never knew who might be the lucky girl tonight!
It was quite a climb all the way up Astronomy Tower, the tallest in the entire castle. The tower was off-limits to students except for those on their way to and from Astronomy class. But everyone knew the entrance to the tower was unguarded. The good old Hogwarts honor system it was, Lee chuckled to himself. Dumbledore was a trusting old bloke. Lee felt a twinge of guilt, but it quickly passed. Whoever the girl was she probably chose Astronomy Tower figuring that since it was off limits no one would find out anyone was there. Or what they were up to.
Before long Lee was panting a bit from his exertions. Best to wait up a bit, he thought to himself, slowing his pace as he did so. Don't want to get all sweaty, do I? He checked his watch. A bit early anyway, he reflected. Shouldn't want to seem too eager, right? Nice and cool, that's the way to play it. Don't want to seem desperate, after all. Maybe even get there a bit late, now I think about it. Just to prove to her I'm just a bit curious is all, but not at all gobsmacked or anything about getting that note.
His mind went again to the curious circumstance of the note suddenly appearing in the pocket of his robe. Who could it have been? His mind roamed again over the spectators who had been sitting nearby. The Slytherin girls. Those weedy-looking Hufflepuffs. Snape and McGonagall. Fred and George . . .
Lee Jordan suddenly froze. Fred and George!! What if it was them? Bollocks!! It would be just like them to figure a way to trick him into coming all the way up here only to jeer at him, making him look a bloody fool! He could just imagine their taunts! And what if they had brought others up to the top of the tower too, to witness his being hoodwinked! Should he just turn back? Forget the whole thing? Not risk being Fred and George's sucker?
Steady now, Lee, he told himself, gripping the stone bannister tightly. Try to remember Fred and George at dinner just a bit ago. Anything funny about them? Lee thought hard, but could remember nothing in their manner that seemed out of the ordinary. Of course they were joshing and goofing, as always, but there had been nothing directed at him. He could remember seeing no knowing glances, no half-hidden smirks.
Then he thought of the rather curious wording of the note. How did it go? He pulled the note from his pocket once again and stepped closer to the flaming torch on the wall that had flared to life just as he approached. "You will be pleased you did so," the last line read. A bit odd, wan't it? Rather formal and cool. Not something those two would come up with, was it? Lee let out a breath. Maybe it wasn't them, he considered hopefully. Maybe he was being a bit paranoid.
After a moment Lee resumed his climb. Dammit, he wasn't going to turn back and miss his chance. If some young lady wanted him, well, he would be happy to give her what she wanted, all right! And what if it was the twins after all? What of it? He'd been practical joked by them before and lived through it. Toughen up, Lee, he thought to himself, his stride becoming more determined. Yes, tonight was going to be his night, all right. Something was definitely going to happen.
It wasn't long before Lee reached the very top room in Astronomy Tower. He boldly opened the door and stepped through into the cluttered classroom. Despite the jumble of desks and chairs, telescopes and musty reference books, there was one thing that was missing. There did not seem to be another actual human being present. Lee cleared his throat and then, feeling a bit self-conscious, called out, "Is anybody here?" There was nothing but silence in response. A couple of minutes poking about among desks and filing cabinets, old optical equipment and tattered star charts yielded no evidence another person had been there. He checked his watch for about the thirtieth time. Yes, he was right on time. Where was she? Did she get cold feet at the last minute? Maybe she was just going to be a bit late. It was a bit of a slog climbing all those steps, after all. Lee went back to the door and left it propped open. Want her to feel welcome, he thought.
He tugged a heavy wooden chair from under a pile of enormous, dusty old books and sat down. He flung one arm over the back of the chair and crossed his legs at the ankles. Want to look casual, relaxed -- definitely a confident look, he thought. He imagined himself smiling as she walked in. Friendly and welcoming, yes, but a bit flirty too. And how would she look? Really pretty, he hoped. And sort of sexy, maybe? He reached under his robe and trailed his fingertips over his semi-hard cock a moment. Maybe a bit slutty? That was a look he kind of liked, he reflected. But he liked the sweet, semi-shy type too -- that's the type that really got him hot. Sort of virginal -- but a virgin? Is that what he wanted? Had to be-- he didn't want to do it with somebody who had experience. Somebody who'd already done it with a guy who knew what he was doing. What if he finally got her naked and then wound up fumbling around like a fool? At least if she was a virgin she wouldn't be able to tell that he was one too!
But what was he thinking? She probably was just a girl who wanted some romance, maybe looking to see if she could get a boyfriend thing going, not something sexual at all. Girls were like that, he reflected. All that romantic mush. They're built for sex too, just like us -- why can't they just admit it? Why not just --
Was that a noise outside? Lee quickly snatched his hand from underneath his robe. He bolted up and peered out the door and down the dark, curving staircase. Nothing. He waited, holding his breath. Still nothing. Maybe a rat or something, he thought. He'd heard that some of the more remote parts of the castle had rats.
He was about to retreat back into the room when he happened to glance to his left at the last few stairs that led up to the terrace at the very top of the tower. He stopped in shock. "Come to the top of Astronomy Tower," the note had read. The top! Of course! He had automatically gone to the Astronomy classroom, the very highest in the whole castle, but that was't quite the top! What a dunce he was! Maybe -- she was already up there waiting for him!
Butterflies suddenly fluttered crazily in his stomach. His mouth felt dry. For some reason he closed the classroom door carefully, then turned, drew a deep breath, and ascended the last few steps to the terrace.
A torch flared to life as he opened the door and stepped outside. But there was no one there. A cool night breeze blew a few dry leaves across the empty stone floor. She hadn't come.
His stomach sinking, Lee walked to the parapet and gazed out into the darkness. Against the dark sky he could just make out the darker shape of the tree tops of the Forbidden Forest. He looked down into blackness, to where he knew the dark lawn extended outward from the castle, divided by the drive that led out from the castle grounds toward the lake hidden just out of view. Everything was still, black and cold. Lee shivered.
"A bit chilly out here, isn't it, Lee Jordan?"
The boy practically jumped out of his skin, and whirled around. There, stepping around the bend in the castle wall just where the terrace curved out of sight, appeared the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
Lee could only stare, his mouth open, his mind numb. She smiled a small, knowing smile, almost as if she were laughing at him. They both just stood there silently.
"It was -- you. Who, um, sent the note," Lee finally was able to croak.
She laughed a tinkling little laugh, sweet and girlish and not at all derisive.
"I was afraid you might not come," she said. "I wasn't sure you were ready." Her voice was rich and honeyed, like the breeze on a warm day in midsummer.
"Ready -- for what?" Lee was able to murmur.
"For -- what you've been waiting for. For so long."
Lee froze. How did she know? How would she--
"Come here, Jordan. If you're not afraid."
In a daze Lee moved toward her until he stood right in front of her. She was a tall girl, just a bit shorter than he, and slender. Dark blue eyes sparkled even in the dim light. Dark brown hair flowed down past her shoulders. He couldn't help but notice her body -- it somehow suggested itself even through her strange, thin lavender robes. Her breasts swelled toward him, as if begging for him to--"
"It's time. I've wanted you for a long time," she said.
His mind swirled. Who was she? And could she really mean what he thought she meant? What was happening? Lee Jordan, noted quidditch announcer, famed school-wide for his gift of gab, was completely tongue-tied, perhaps for the first time in his life.
She laughed again. "I know it's confusing," she smiled. Her smile was so warm, Lee felt instantly calmed. "Best not to try to figure it out. Best to just do what you feel like. Tonight is your night. Our night."
Though she was soft and sweet there was something so confident, almost commanding about her that Lee felt a wave of uncertainty. He actually found himself feeling more than a bit intimidated.
"What -- what should I do?" he asked, his voice quavering. He suddenly felt a complete idiot. Like a little boy.
"No need to feel uncomfortable," she murmured. "You're a very . . . desirable young man."
It was as if she could read his mind.
She closed the distance between them and placed her hand on his arm, light as a dove's feather.
"I want the same thing you want. Just do what your body tells you to do and I'll be happy." She beamed her biggest smile yet. Lee was floored.
"You mean . . . ?"
"Of course!"
"Are you a student here? I -- I've never even seen you before! I don't even know who you are!"
"That's not really necessary, is it? Besides, very soon you'll know me -- quite well, in fact!"
"But--"
The girl reached forward and placed a rather long, elegant finger against Lee's lips, silencing him and smiled in amusement as his consternation. Then she slipped a thin gold bangle from her wrist and extended it to him.
"Here. Hold on to this with me."
His mind whirling from all that was happening, and still feeling the slightly nauseating aftereffects of the sudden journey with the golden portkey, Lee stood still, holding the girl's soft hand in one hand, her bangle in the other, and looked around him.
"Where are we?" he asked shakily. The two of them seem to have landed in a rather small bedroom -- a woman's bedroom, judging from the gauzy pink and violet curtains on the canopy bed in the corner.
"We're exactly where we need to be," the girl responded briskly. "Now, you tell me what you prefer. Shall I take the lead or shall you?"
"The lead? I, um . . . "
"Jordan, you're not a little boy anymore. You've had three years of Sex Magic class. So we can speak frankly, I think. Here, let's do a little experiment. Let's have a fantasy."
The girl suddenly sounded very businesslike. It was almost as if she were a mother or teacher or some other adult and he a hapless little kid, or a slow-learning student. She kept calling him "Jordan," like adults did, which was odd. But then there was that willowy, youthful body, that flawless skin, that infectious smile -- they all said to Lee that she was indeed just a girl, just someone he could--"
"Close your eyes," she commanded.
Lee obeyed at once.
"Now think about your most recent sexual fantasy. I mean, the last really hot one!"
As she said the word "hot" her voice suddenly sounded seductive. Suddenly it dripped with sex. She squeezed his hand.
God this was embarrassing, Lee thought, his mind still squirming.
"No need to be embarrassed," the girl said, somehow knowing exactly how he was feeling. "We all have them, after all. Fantasies, I mean. Now come on, let me in on your secrets, Jordan. Tell me your fantasy. And make it as nasty as you want!"
The boy was silent for a minute. He loved how she said that word -- "nasty!" OK, he could do this. He could do it, all right. He felt his cock beginning to swell.
"OK, she's on the bed -- she's getting naked," he began a bit shakily. "She's -- she's kneeling, looking right at me and she's taking off her clothes. Real slow.. She's--"
"Like this?"
Lee's eyes flew open.
Oh my God. Her breasts -- right there! Lee's eyes drank her body in like a man dying of thirst. Creamy pink, rather small, perfectly formed breasts. At least they seemed perfect to a boy who had never seen female breasts in the flesh before. His hands ached to caress them. She had large nipples that were --erect, as if pointing right at him! This could not be happening, he thought for the dozenth time.
She tossed her robe aside, unfastened something at her waist, the rest of her clothing dropped to the floor and -- she was shockingly naked. She had no pubic hair. Her belly was narrow and flat, with a creamy softness that called urgently for him to stroke her, caress her. And then she did something that changed everything.
Still smiling with mischief and delight, she carefully licked her index finger, drew her hand slowly down the milky perfection of her little belly, and, as Lee watched in incredulous fascination, she slipped her finger ever so slowly over the lips of her pussy and finally, giving a small sigh, slid her finger inside.
Lee's cock was instantly, completely, urgently as hard as it had ever been. Suddenly he felt passive no more. She wanted him, her body was calling to him, his cock demanded satisfaction, and--
Lee suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pressed his lips almost violently against hers. In a flash one of her hands went to the back of his neck, the other to his lower back as she pressed his body against hers. The two of them ground their mouths, their torsos, their hips together in a sudden explosion of passion.
"Oh yes!" she breathed into his ear.
Lee's hands swarmed over the warm soft fullness of her breasts, tweaking the nipples gently between his fingers as he continued to gnaw her lips with his own.
"You like my body, Jordan?" she panted. "Do you want it?"
"Fuck yeah! Oh man, you're -- oh God! I--" Lee stiffened as he felt her hand suddenly, impossibly clutch the iron bar of his cock and begin squeezing it.
"Get that robe off and let me see you!" There was a sudden note of desperation in her voice, and Lee realized, with an indescribable exultation as he thrashed about getting his robe off, that she really did want this every bit as much as he did.
The boy ripped his jeans open and down, wrestled his T-shirt off, kicked aside his sandals and briefs and then paused, his huge erection soaring into the night, illuminated by the nearby bedroom torch. He was naked in front of a girl for the first time in his life -- and he loved it. He knew he had a damned good body. He watched her look at him. Look at -- it. There was hunger in her face -- the same hunger he felt as his eyes roved over her naked loveliness.
She drew herself back slightly then, as if regaining her composure.
"What's next in your fantasy?" she breathed. She was smiling, but her smile struggled against the wanton lust that hooded her eyes and drew at her mouth. Her eyes dropped to his erection and lingered there on the straining tool, the tip of its large glistening pink head just peering out from the dark folds of the boy's foreskin.
Without answering, and amazing himself at his own boldness, Lee dropped to his knees in front of the girl and pressed his mouth firmly against her pussy. With each thumb he caressed the lips of her pussy, his fingers splayed over her groin on each side, while with his long pink tongue he sought and found her clitoris. He couldn't believe he was being so aggressive.
"YAH! AH!!" the girl shrieked in surprise, and with both fists she gripped his dreadlocks and pressed his head hard into her lap. His mind suddenly blank, his instincts taking him over completely, Lee worked his tongue over the little button, hot and swelling up as he mauled it, and he twisted his head left, then right, then left, as if he could somehow worm himself into her body. Her hands gripped at his little ears, his smooth black shoulders, and his hair again, as if seeking to find a way to suppress him, to hold back the force of his lust for her.
After another few seconds Lee began to taste her juices, and the taste inflamed him even more. He clambered to his feet and gripped his cock, already glistening with pre-cum. He retracted the silky foreskin completely, fully exposing the shining, bullet-shaped, purple-pink head, and advanced toward her with only one thought in mind: driving every inch of his burning spear deep into her soft little body. But the girl had other ideas.
Dropping to her knees herself, she reached for Lee's burning organ with both hands. Seeing what she was doing Lee lunged his hips forward. With a soft groan she clamped both hands onto him, one flat against his ample pubic bush and the other gripping his cock firmly at the base. The young magician's organ was so long two thirds of it protruded past her fist. The girl paused for just moment, almost as if in admiration, and then thrust every remaining inch of the boy's burning penis into her mouth.
"Yeeeeh!" Lee shrieked, rising to his toes in ecstasy, his calves knotting, his high, narrow butt clenching. The girl reached around him and clutched his stone hard buttocks as she pressed her lips slowly down the boy's organ, slipping it to the back of her throat and then down, down, down, inch after inch, straight toward her belly. She did not stop until she had swallowed it down to the last quarter inch. Then, with obviously practiced skill, she began rhythmically swallowing.
"Oh! Oh!" Lee bellowed, realizing, even though half out of his mind with lust, that this was something he had never even imagined, never even heard about in Sex Magic. It was indescribably good.
She slid slowly off him then until she just held the bulky, spongy head in, gripping firmly with her lips just behind the rim, drawing a deep breath as she did so. The boy's glans was the size of a large purple plum swollen with juice, and her lips were stretched tight as a rubber band to encompass him. She began swirling her tongue all over his glans then, laving it with her saliva, and the boy rose to his toes again with another loud cry. Then, drawing another deep breath, the girl plunged down again, faster this time, until once again her nose was buried in his pubic hair and the monstrous organ filled her throat. Again she swallowed, over and over.
"Oh God!" he cried. Suddenly it was too much. He had to cum. So out of his mind to even think of the girl he yanked his cock completely out of her, grabbed his weapon with a first and began flailing like a blur.
"No!" she cried, and with a look of sudden determination she managed to grab the top half of the boy's cock and yanked it cruelly downward and to one side.
"Agghhh! What are you doing?" the boy shrieked, his face twisted in pain.
She pressed her face urgently to his flat belly, brought her lips upward, sliding over each individual ripple, wiped a slobbery kiss all over his chest, nipped and chewed at one nipple for a moment, and ended by kissing his thick lips succulently over and over, all the white gently caressing his large balls, cradling them gently.
"Sorry," she whispered in his ear. "Had to be done. We've got a long way to go yet. I haven't had nearly enough of your hot body, Lee Jordan."
She leaned back a moment, her face glowing with excitement, her beauty strangely accentuated by the smears of saliva and cock juice on her cheeks.
"Forgive me?" she chuckled.
Lee could only gaze at her in perplexity, his cock still aching a bit.
"I love your muscles," she said, obviously wanting to change the subject. "But you're not a quidditch player!"
Lee frowned. "Everyone thinks they're the only ones who're fit. They aren't the only ones, you know."
"So I'm discovering!" she grinned, trailing her fingertips over the serrations of his lean belly. Then she gestured to the bed.
"Onto the bed, there's a good lad."
"There's a good lad?" he managed to retort, even as he obeyed her. "What am I, a boy scout? And you the scoutmaster, or something?"
She smiled at his attempt at humor.
"Sit back against the headboard," she instructed. "Prop yourself a bit with a pillow."
It was that suddenly commanding tone again. A bit strange. But for some reason Lee found himself happy to obey, and he had scarcely tucked the pillow in support of his lower back when the girl climbed agilely over him. She nestled into his lap then, bent down and began kissing him tenderly, kisses which he reciprocated eagerly. Eventually she drew back, lifted herself up a bit and gripped Lee's cock which, if it had lost any of its hardness at her rough assault a minute before, had quickly gained it all back.
"Big and hard and hot," she murmured, stroking it gently as she gazed dreamily into his eyes. "Just what I like! I just knew you'd have a beautiful one, Jordan. A beautiful cock on a -- well, a not too bad-looking boy."
The boy gazed into her eyes then and, even though he was still seized with a fever of desire, he felt a wave of tenderness sweep over him as well.
"You're beautiful too, um . . ."
He chuckled and shook his head a bit in embarrassment.
"I, um . . . don't even know your name."
"Call me Minnie."
"Minnie!" he replied with a start.
"I know, a bit odd."
"No, no, it's -- it's fine."
The girl stroked his cock more firmly.
"I want you inside me," she breathed, staring more deeply than ever into his eyes, falling into them.
"How are--"
"Let me."
With that she rose to her knees, her slender, shapely legs straddling his, and gently pulled his erection upward from his belly until it pointed straight at the ceiling. She rocked forward until her sinuous belly was almost pressed into Lee's face -- and then she carefully and very slowly sat down on his cock, allowing it to penetrate her inch by agonizing inch. Lee threw his head back and a gave low, guttural moan. It took at least ten seconds before her little butt pillowed against the boy's ebony thighs, her body completely impaled by his burning organ.
Her eyes closed in pleasure, the girl began slowly rocking her hips back and forth, undulating smoothly like a wild, beautiful animal in rut. The boy could only gasp and writhe a bit, waves of pleasure washing him.
"This is incredible," he murmured, his hands clutching at the soft sheets beneath him.
Then she began rhythmically rising and sitting back, rising and sitting back. Every time she rose to her knees several glistening black inches slipped from her body and shone in the low bedroom light. Every time she sank back down the fat pole slid deeply into her again. Lee clasped his hand to his forehead in pleasure. At this the girl fell forward fully onto him and, with a little giggle, licked and chewed at his armpit hair.
Unlike most wizards, who usually have very little body hair, Lee had a fair bit of wiry black curls under his arms. The girl tugged gently as she let his hair slip through her teeth. She swirled her tongue luxuriously in his armpit again, making the boy giggle a bit himself and tuck his arm against his side to get away from her.
"Ticklish?" she asked.
"Doesn't it smell?"
"It smells like Lee Jordan. Not a bad smell."
With that she rose up even higher, so that only the last few inches of his cock were still inside her, and then sat down suddenly.
"WAAAH! Oh man! Ah!" Lee bellowed, clutching at her hips.
She began rising and falling again, massaging his cock with intense pleasure, but this time Lee began thrusting up into her every time she sat down, and tucking his hips away from her slightly, as best he could, as she would withdraw from him.
They went on this way minute after minute.
Suddenly Lee cried, "I think I'm almost--"
Quick as a little cat she withdrew from him completely and, kneeling next to his hips, grabbed his cock firmly in her fist.
"Do I have to?" she demanded.
"No, no, no," Lee half laughed, half gasped. "Don't do that again. I can control, it. I think."
"Here, let's try something. I think you can handle it."
With that she reached down next to the bed and rummaged briefly through their hastily discarded clothing. Pulling out her wand she began murmuring a charm, waving her arm fluidly back and forth over the boy's body.
In a moment she was finished.
"What did you do?" Lee asked. The charm seemed familiar but he couldn't quite place it.
"You'll see," she grinned, tossing her wand aside again. "You should know that one."
She slipped over onto her back.
"OK, big boy. Let's see what you can do if you're on top."
"Is that a challenge?" Lee grinned, sliding his body over her smaller one.
It was his turn to rise up onto his knees. He looked down at her as she waited, eagerness on her face. A pink blush had crept over her perfect breasts and her body was getting just a bit sticky with perspiration. She licked her glistening pink lips, so delicate and elegant. Lee saw how his cock stretched out over her, inch after inch after inch, like a king's scepter or the wand of a great magician. He felt power surge through him, and his cock jerked and seemed to lengthen another quarter inch. Lee stroked it lasciviously, all the while leering at the girl.
She reached up and grabbed his cock at the head, squeezed out a drop of clear precum, rubbed her thumb over the glistening bead, and then, to Lee's astonishment, stuck her thumb into her mouth and sucked his juices off of it, all the while staring at him through slitted eyes. The boy almost fainted right there.
"Give it to me, Jordan." she muttered throatily "I want that huge thing inside me." She was panting just a bit as she stared into his eyes almost hypnotically.
Lee was panting with lust himself. "Get ready, baby," he almost snarled. "You've never felt a cock like this in you before." Fully in charge now, exulting in the power of his own body, he pushed her legs apart and knee walked into position.
"You're gonna love this! I'm gonna fill you all the way up! You're so fucking hot! Your body, Oh my God. And I'm so fucking hot for you, I can tell you that! In fact--"
"Jordan, shut up and do it!" she cried in mock irritation.
"OK, OK!"
Leaning forward and bracing himself with one hand against the mattress he bent his raging hot organ downward toward her pussy. He brought it forward and nudged it against the amazing softness of her lips.
"Go in easy," she breathed.
His body and mind were radiant with confidence now, and delightedly, luxuriously, he teased her vulva with his cocktip, just barely touching her, exulting in the awareness that he was in complete control -- of his body, of the girl, of the very situation that had seemed so scary just a short time ago.
Giving a little chuckle at his own foolish worries he began pressing his cock into her sweet folds. At first he was able to go slowly, but after a few seconds a wave of excited pleasure gushed over him and he thrust the last few inches into her rapidly.
"YAH!" she cried, her hands flying to his sweaty shoulders, gripping them hard and pulling the boy toward her.
Lee lay down carefully on the girl and began to move in her.
"Oh man, oh yeah," he breathed in her ear as he began fucking her. "I'm gonna go as slow as I can. I really want it to last."
"Oh you'll last, all right," she panted. "The Prolonging Charm will see to that."
So that what it was, the boy smiled to himself as he ground into her again.
"Yeah? You shoulda told me," he admonished, pretending to be mad.
"All boys need the Prolonging Charm their first time. Otherwise it's -- AH! --over before it's barely begun!"
She knew! But instead of being horrified Lee was somehow amused.
"So -- MPH! -- so you knew?"
"Of course! Your inexperience is a big part of your charm!"
"Really?? I thought a girl would want, you know--"
"AAHHHH," she let out a long sigh as she thrust up against him. "Someone experienced? Don't you think I could have an experienced boy if I wanted one?"
"Oh God, you could have anyone. But how -- UMPH --how did you know?"
She just smiled up at him and didn't answer. A tendril of hair plastered itself against her sweaty cheek. Lee tenderly drew it away with one finger.
"Remember that technique they taught you -- er, us -- in Sex Magic?" she asked. "Next time you-- OHHH, yes -- next time do THAT, really grind your pubic bone -- this bone right here -- into my--AAAHHH!!"
"Like that?" Lee grinned, delighting in what felt like a growing sexual mastery. For the next few minutes Lee exaggerated the rolling of his trim hips as he drove into her, each time smashing his pubic bone against her clitoris.
"Oh my, you're good at that!" she exclaimed.
They fucked on and on.
"I can't believe how long it's going," Lee muttered, wiping sweat off his brow.
"Ugh, yes, ugh, just a little more," she panted. She suddenly clutched his shoulder. "Just a--AAAAHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHH!"
She was cumming! Lee redoubled his efforts, grinding against her clit faster and faster. He was making a girl cum -- for the first time in his life!
"YAAAAMH!!! OOOHHHH! AHHHH!" The girl clawed his back, bit his neck, tossed her head about.
Lee kept thrusting, gripping her little arms hard, sweat pouring off his glistening body now. He felt her legs wrap around him.
She clamped his body as if hanging on for dear life, writhing and spasming, moaning and crying out.
Not knowing what he was doing, his instincts taking over completely, Lee pushed her hips firmly into the bed with both hands, drew his shining black sword nearly all the way out of her, then drove slowly back in, and when she was fully impaled he ground his pubis once more into her clit, then held his cock there. He moved his hands to her face and then, his body motionless, kissed her over and over again, tugging carefully at her lips with his teeth. At this he felt her body jerk once, twice, three times as she continued to cum.
Finally the girl was done, and her body went completely limp, but Lee was just barely beginning, he exulted to himself. He began screwing her again. At first she was inert but after a few seconds she began to move with him again.
"You OK?" he managed to gasp.
"I'm fucking great!" she gasped back.
"I gotta say I'm fucking great too!" Lee cracked. At this the two suddenly dissolved into laughter.
"You're fucking great -- in more ways than one!"
Even as he laughed Lee screwed and screwed and screwed.
"Mmmm, just do whatever you want, Jordan," she muttered. "You're so -- powerful. I never knew. Just use me."
Lee's mind was so inflamed now, so exploding with self-confidence it never occurred to him to wonder what she meant by "I never knew." He was swept away with infatuation with his own strength, with his ability to dominate this little body. A domination she was craving!
Lee had discovered that he could drive into her over and over again with long slow strokes, or thrust much more rapidly with short strokes. Now he tried something new. He began drawing quickly nearly all the way out of her and then quickly thrusting all the way back in. Long-dicking, is what he'd heard his mates call it. Although drenched in sweat he felt full of energy, not tired out at all, and so he was able to rapidly fuck this way for many minutes, while the girl moaned softly beneath him, her little hips rising to meet him at times, but at other times seeming unable to keep up with this fiery thrusts. Her long-fingered hands grasped at his ribs, his shoulders, his neck, his hips as he screwed on and on.
He felt his climax coming, but he felt no urgency somehow. It was like watching the waves out at sea, slowly cresting as they rolled toward the shore, but still far off, still a long ways from completely breaking on the sand. He knew it had to be the charm that was holding his orgasm off -- but he felt so strong, so confident he felt sure he would be able to screw for a long time even without the charm.
Still more minutes went by. Their bodies made soft slurping, sucking noises as they moved against each other, bathed as they were in sweat, The girl had cum twice more, as Lee's huge cock probed her relentlessly. His orgasm was close now, like a big boulder teetering on the edge of a cliff. It wanted to tip over, to fall, but something was holding it back. The pleasure was intensifying, into almost a deep itch, an unscratchable itch. Lee gasped at the intensity of it. He shifted his position a bit, trying to get more friction, more pressure, more--what was she doing?
The girl had stuck one finger into her mouth, licked it -- slobbered all over it, in fact -- and then slipped it underneath his leg, reaching behind him. He felt her other hand tugging at his butt cheek.
"What--"
"Push all the way in and then hold still a bit," she commanded. "And relax."
In shock Lee felt the girl's fingertip touching his -- his butthole! And then, suddenly she was inside him!
"Raise this knee up. Out to the side," she panted.
Lee complied, and in this position her finger suddenly dug even more strongly into him. Dimly remembering a lesson from his Sex Magic class -- one he had not paid much attention to, since it mainly concerned gay sex -- he knew she was searching for his prostate.
"OK, now go!" she cried. "As hard as you can!"
He snapped his hips back, pulling nearly all the way out of her, and he felt a rough pressure inside him as her finger dug into him. As he thrust into her again the pressure eased, but when he withdrew it resumed, and with it came a sudden warm feeling spreading through his nether regions as her finger pressed steadily into him. Despite the pressure on his little gland he was still able to keep up his deep thrusts into her, though at a bit slower pace.
The pressure was strange and not entirely comfortable, yet with every thrust there was pleasure too, pleasure growing greater and greater as that wonderful warm feeling enveloped his ass, his belly, his balls--
"YAAAHHHHH!!!" he suddenly bellowed and, head snapping back, eyes flying wide open in shock, Lee Jordan began cumming.
In Sex Magic class young wizards were taught that the Prolonging Charm does not actually increase the intensity or duration of a man's climax or the volume of his semen when orgasm is finally achieved. Completely unrelated, they were assured. But none of the boys who tried the charm believed it. And at that moment Lee Jordan certainly would not have believed it, had he been capable of rational thought at all.
Cum seemed to shoot out of him not in small spurts, not even in large bolts, but as a nearly continuous stream. Usually, when he masturbated, his hips would stop thrusting into his hand once he began cumming. But this night he just kept right on thrusting as the semen gushed out of him and into her waiting, thirsting body. It felt as if his whole insides were coming out of him as gob after gob after gob of young wizard cum flew into her from the boy's massive, inflamed tool. His body thrashed against hers, completely out of control now, as the long orgasm racked him, Three years of sex magic training drew the orgasm out for twenty seconds, then twenty-five, then thirty, and still more.
"Ungh, gahh, mhumm, hungh, ugh," the boy babbled as his mind whirled -- he did not even know where he was as the hurricane swept though him. As he came and screwed and came some more he was dimly aware of a fist clutching his dreadlocks, a palm swirling his balls, the long finger still assaulting his rectum, lips chewing his nipple as the girl strove to intensify his pleasure in every way possible.
The boy wizard's abundant store of teen boy semen was finally exhausted -- but still his body craved more pleasure. The itch was not completely scratched, and as he screwed whiplashes of pleasure continued to surge through him, and so he continued to fuck and fuck and fuck. The girl's legs wrapped him like a vice now, and so he snapped his hips against her in short, quick strokes.
Finally, finally the waves of pleasure weakened, and the boy's hips slowed at last, and he settled his weight onto her. He began to notice his body more fully, how exhausted his low back was from supporting much of the girl's weight, how deeply he had been gasping, how sopping wet his chest was as it slipped and slid against the girl. He tucked his hips into her two or three more times, more and more slowly, and at last came to rest.
After a minute he slid off her and onto the bed, as he did so feeling the thickness of his wet, softening snake slowly slide out of her. The two lay side by side, silently, their breathing slowing. Finally he turned to her and gazed into her azure eyes.
"Was it all you expected?" she murmured, smiling a smile that said she already knew the answer.
"My God, Minnie, you were -- you were so incredible! I -- well, thank you!"
"No need to thank me -- I wasn't doing you a favor, Lee Jordan! I was doing myself one! So thank you! You were pretty incredible yourself!"
He grinned a big, self-satisfied grin, but then a serious look passed over his face. "You've, um -- well, you've done this before, right? I mean, obviously . . . "
"Let me guess. You want to know how you measured up!"
A sheepish smile spread over his face. "Well, I wouldn't mind."
She caressed his cheek, the drifted her hand over his thick dreadlocks and down onto his sweaty shoulder.
"Maybe I shouldn't tell you this -- wouldn't want to give you a big head . . ."
Lee grinned and forcibly gripped the end of his thick cock as it lolled over one hip.
"Why not?" he replied. "I just gave you a big head. A really big head! And you loved it!"
"Cocky boy!"
"Exactly!" he exclaimed and they both laughed exhausted laughs.
Their laughter died away and they remained quiet another minute, gazing into each others' eyes.
"Honestly, " she murmured, her gaze serene and serious. "This night with you has been wonderful. You couldn't have been better. You couldn't have satisfied me more, or been more exactly what I needed. And one other thing," she added, a smile just twitching at the corner of her mouth. "Angelina Johnson has no idea what she's missing!"
And for once the motormouth of Hogwarts, quidditch announcer par excellence, had nothing whatever to say.
It was nearly dawn. The girl made her way quickly down the castle hallway, her lavender robes trailing behind her. Turning a corner near her destination she was startled to see a figure approaching her. It was Albus Dumbledore. She froze for just the tiniest fraction of a second, then strode forward as before, with the air of someone far too busy to have much of a conversation. As the two drew near to each other she kept her eyes on the floor.
"Morning sir," she managed to mumble. But just as they passed each other she could not help but glance upward into two very bright, amused blue eyes.
"Good morning, Minerva. Out quite early for some morning exercise, eh? Very wise -- good for the constitution all round."